The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 64 - 61 Travelers at the Ends of Heaven2

The hour of the Rabbit had just passed, and Liu Yimian had already prepared breakfast. He picked up the iron ladle and gave the big pot a few emphatic knocks, letting out an extrely authentic gong sound that echoed through the camp—this was the signal for alti. Today’s breakfast, like usual, was hard to identify by its ingredients, and even with Ning Xiaoxian’s sharp eyesight, she could barely make out the presence of pumpkin and eggplant, although both had turned into a mushy paste. The other oddly shaped items were beyond recognition no matter how hard one tried.

It was not that no one had ever complained about his cooking being terrible, but everyone only dared to grumble in private. After all, it wasn’t wise to offend the cook, especially since he was in charge of your als throughout the journey.

The first person to co for breakfast had bloodshot eyes and had just jumped down from the highest tree nearby. He was the rchant team’s sentry, who had to keep his eyes wide open through the chilling winds and cold mist of the night, vigilant to any activity around the rchants. Naturally, his ntal state was not at its best. Having finally made it to dawn, he could eat breakfast and then retreat to his cart for a well-deserved sleep, as others would take over his watch tonight.

Besides Ning Xiaoxian, there were five other guests traveling with the rchant team. Among them, two middle-aged n had already gotten up and co over to scoop up a bowl of rice, gulping down their food indifferently to its taste. In the early morning, within the deep mountain forest, it was still quite cool, and Liu Yimian’s unappetizing-looking soup was at least enough to fill one’s belly and keep warm.

Both n dressed like traveling rchants, seemingly small-ti traders seeking protection from larger rchant teams for their travels between states and counties. Compared to the large rchandise of the rchant team, the items they sold were much lighter and more valuable, so choosing the right rchant team to travel with was crucial. According to the pair, this wasn’t their first ti cooperating with Deng Hao’s rchant team, and they had always worked well together.

The remaining three individuals seed far more eccentric to her.

The first was a teacher, who appeared to be in his early thirties, surnad Yan; no one knew his given na, so they all called him Mr. Yan.

Mr. Yan’s facial features weren’t distinctive, the kind that would blend into a crowd without a second glance. Yet, he was extrely affable, always carrying a smile in his gentle eyes. Plus, being a teacher, whenever soone in the rchant team needed to write letters or prepare contracts, they would go to him. Mr. Yan never refused, sotis even volunteering to help Zheng, the clerk, with the team’s accounts, making him one of the most well-liked people in the caravan.

But Ning Xiaoxian thought there was more to him than t the eye because from the first ti she saw him, Changtian, who was ditating in the God Demon Prison, suddenly said, "This man is no ordinary person, but he’s worth interacting with." As for why, he didn’t elaborate, but receiving his assessnt of "no ordinary person" was quite impressive, let alone his suggestion that Ning Xiaoxian could benefit from further interaction? Of course, this ’interaction’ wasn’t the ’seeking a relationship’ flooding the online world in another dinsion but ant making acquaintances, conversing.

In the following days, the more she communicated with Mr. Yan, the more she felt that Changtian was correct. Mr. Yan never refused to answer her questions, responding whenever asked. The problem was, Mr. Yan knew too much; no matter what question she posed, he had an answer. Setting aside the accuracy of these answers, just the fact that he could respond fluently to her outlandish line of questioning was incredibly strange in itself.

Mr. Yan was not picky about food either. Even when Liu Yimian ca up with food that defied imagination, he could eat it without a hint of displeasure, and his smile never faded. Ning Xiaoxian especially admired this about him.

The last two guests were a married couple. This morning, the husband stepped out of the carriage with his hair and robes as tidy as always, ticulously grood and a picture of neatness. He hurriedly grabbed so food, offered an embarrassed smile to those around him, and quickly returned to his carriage, slamming the door shut with a bang.

This man had handso features, with peach-blossom eyes and fair skin, though slightly slender in build, which only accentuated his delicate appearance; with lips seemingly brushed with rouge, he exuded a romantic charm with every glance, prompting Ning Xiaoxian to think of a phrase: a willow swaying in the breeze. This description was usually reserved for won’s gracefulness, but she felt it was quite fitting for him. Before she was transported to this world, the dia was fascinated with cross-dressers, and she maliciously thought that if this man were to dress as a woman, he could most certainly put many females to sha with his looks.

In short, he was the type that many seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls would fancy. Zheng, the clerk who thought he had beco good friends with Ning Xiaoxian, whispered in her ear one day, "Doesn’t he make your heart flutter?"

This comnt caused Changtian, inside the God Demon Prison, to frown until Ning Xiaoxian nonchalantly replied, "He’s not my type!" which made Changtian close his eyes again.

The man was nad Zhang Sheng. The first ti Ning Xiaoxian heard this na, she was stunned, thinking she had not crossed into a Fantasy Immortal Country but into ’The Romance of the Western Chamber.’ She teased Zhang Sheng, "Your wife wouldn’t happen to be called Cui Yingying, would she?"

"You! How did you know?" Zhang Sheng’s face changed dramatically, as if he had been struck by so mory, his smooth skin turning even paler, and it took him a while to say, "My wife’s na is Cui Yingying."

"..." Author, you’re filthy! (You’ve gone too far) There’s a limit to parody.

However, nobody in the rchant team had ever seen this Miss Cui Yingying’s true face; even Deng Hao, who was closing the deal, had only caught a glance of her veiled silhouette. She stayed shut in her own cart, never venturing out, and even her als were brought back to her by Zhang Sheng. As for his explanation, he said his wife suffered from an ailnt of the eyes and couldn’t be exposed to light, so had to be kept in the cart. But the shrewd people in the caravan were not convinced; the most generous conjecture was that his wife might be a great beauty that even Zhang Sheng didn’t want to show to the world.